Chapter 407: Unprovoked Disaster

Li Yan raised his eyes and scanned the dilapidated palace where he was. There were indeed several damaged wing rooms in the distance. Only two of the wing rooms had maple leaf logos engraved on their doors, but the maple leaves had different colors and numbers. The maple leaves on one door were red and yellow. One room is of alternating colors and has five leaves, while the other room is carved with three red maple leaves. If Li Yan wants to go out at this time, he only needs to push the door open.

After identifying the direction, Li Yan rose into the sky and disappeared into the red clouds in the sky.

Not long after Li Yan entered the golden gate at the bottom of the pool, five more people came to the red maple pool. The two people in front stood side by side, looking at the slowly sinking palace gate, and then looked at the five people sitting cross-legged on the other side. Zen monk Ming clasped his hands together.

"Amitofu, we are late. I didn't expect there are five people left here. There are many more people here this time than before."

At this time, the middle-aged man in white robes beside him also smiled: "Now that the outside world is in turmoil, it seems that many families have also accelerated the training of their disciples, and sent many outstanding disciples to Beiming Demon Town at any cost. I want them to grow up as soon as possible.”

Based on the status of the white-robed middle-aged man in his sect, he still knows some high-level confidential information. This time he and his junior brother entered the Demon Tower of Beiming Town, and took the junior brother into the demon tower for some training. His main purpose was to come. The purpose of hunting down a special soul-like monster, the "Mud Beast Soul", was to enhance one's own combat power.

The status of disciples below Jindan in various sects is quite awkward. They serve as soldiers in big battles and as the main force in small battles. They must be at the forefront in everything. The middle-aged men in white robes know more about the situation than ordinary disciples. Of course, they must seize the time and do everything possible. Improve your combat power.

The "mud beast soul" soul is a must-have material for refining higher-level phantom formations. Even with the fake elixir cultivation of a middle-aged man in white robe, he is not too sure that he can hunt this beast. He doesn't want to happen to encounter several people who have The Zen Master Yiming who has the connection with the face.

Zen Master Yiming came to the palace at the bottom of the Red Maple Pond to find a breakthrough, and the two of them hit it off after a little discussion.

Later, they met two female cultivators from the "Blue Sea Sect". The two girls and the middle-aged man in white robes had also met during the sect exchange. The two girls also wanted to enter the Red Maple Pond, so they readily agreed.

It's just that these five people came all the way, not in hiding like Li Yan. Even so, Li Yan had several life-and-death fights, but these five people came all the way without hiding their traces, and encountered suitable monsters. Immediately kill them, even the monks, they have killed as many as sixteen or seventeen people, mostly for their belongings.

Looking at the two people talking warmly in front of them, the two female cultivators from the "Blue Sea Sect" looked at each other.

The kind Zen monk is definitely not what he appears to be. He kills people without even blinking. He has a compassionate face, and the middle-aged man in white robe is equally ruthless.

At this time, the two girls regretted joining the three-person team. The young man in white robe was the only one here who was more normal and would often have some back-ups against the enemy. However, once this happened, he would be coldly treated by the middle-aged man in white robe. Staring at his junior brother was like looking at a dead person, which made the young man in white robe hesitate and struggle, and had to take action with all his strength.

The two female cultivators of the "Blue Sea Sect" kept their posture very low. Along the way, whether it was herbs, monster materials, or storage bags obtained from murders, the two women only dared to take a very small part of what they got, most of it. They were all taken away unceremoniously by the old monk Yi Ming and the middle-aged man in white robes. The two girls felt bitter in their hearts. Now that the two girls wanted to leave the team, they did not dare to propose it casually.

They just hope that the middle-aged man in white robe will not do anything to get rid of the donkey because of the good relationship between their two sects. As for Yiming Zen monk, every time they see his smile now, the two women tremble in their hearts.

Just as the middle-aged man in white robes was talking to Zen monk Yiming, three more figures flew from the distance. The sound of breaking through the air was very urgent, and they did not seem to hold back their breath at all.

Yiming Zen Monk just glanced with his consciousness and whispered, "It's actually the 'Ghost Eagle Black Lotus' Sun Jiuhe? Why is his right arm missing?"

The middle-aged man in white robes on the other side also withdrew his consciousness, his eyes flashed, and said lightly, "He looks so menacing, as if he is here to seek revenge."

While the white-robed middle-aged man withdrew his consciousness, he glanced at the group of five people on the other side of the bank. Without Sun Jiuhe making any cover up, the five people had of course noticed the three men coming towards them in a menacing manner, but the expressions on their faces There was a trace of playful smile, which fell into the eyes of the middle-aged man in white robe.

A moment later, three figures roared through the sky, and then Sun Jiuhe saw the sinking golden palace gate, and his expression became more and more embarrassing.

He had felt that there were still several powerful auras here before, but he was worried about the middle-aged Confucian scholar in Qingshan whose cultivation was unfathomable, so he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to detect randomly, for fear that his spiritual sense would accidentally fall on Qingshan. The middle-aged Confucian scholar is in an area where the consequences will be great, so he doesn't know the actual situation here.

"Brother Sun, we are late. The man has already passed by. I just don't know if he really entered the palace in the end."

The palace has already left! "

A person who flew in with Sun Jiuhe spoke. The aura of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen was not hidden at all. He was a burly man with a beard, wearing lantern black trousers, a sleeveless thick shirt, and two strips of bare skin. His thick, dark arms were exposed.

Sun Jiuhe nodded indifferently, looked around, and flew towards the five-member team first. With his action, a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator in the five-member team stood up first, as if he knew that Sun Jiuhe was coming. The mid-stage foundation-building cultivator bowed to Sun Jiuhe, and then his eyes unconsciously glanced at Sun Jiuhe's right hand.

Although his glance was extremely concealed, Sun Jiuhe's perception was not slow. Although he was unhappy, he still whispered a few words to the cultivator with a cold face.

Then he flew back, and he was too lazy to even say thank you. The five-member team looked at Sun Jiuhe's back, but did not show any displeasure.

"That kid has already entered. We need to wait here until tomorrow. This time, we have to rely on you two Taoist friends. I have fallen into a big trap this time, which makes you two Taoist friends laugh at me."

At this time, Sun Jiuhe has regained his composure. He withdrew his gaze from the lake with a gloomy face, forced a smile on his face, and said to the two people around him.

His right forearm has disappeared, but he has already applied the elixir and wrapped it with cloth. However, if he wants to restore his arm, he must either have a natural treasure that can rebuild his body, or wait until he cultivates the golden elixir and consume a lot of golden elixir power to regenerate the broken limb.

Of course, there are two other methods. One is to take over the body again, and the other is to let his master spend decades of hard work to restore it for him. The first method is too costly. It takes longer for the body after taking over the body to reach the level of fit; as for his master, he will not spend the mana gained from hard work for his broken arm.

From this, we can imagine that Sun Jiuhe hates Li Yan, which is heartbreaking.

"Did you not notice the poison cultivator you mentioned when he cast a spell?" At this time, the cultivator on the other side of Sun Jiuhe showed reluctance in his eyes and asked Sun Jiuhe. He came here not to avenge Sun Jiuhe, but to see the poison cultivator who could defeat Sun Jiuhe miserably.

This person has a feminine appearance, narrow eyes, and a pale face, as if he has not seen the sun for many years. He is tall and thin, wearing a purple long gown like a walking hanged ghost. While asking questions, he released his spiritual sense to explore the bottom of the lake again.

Sun Jiuhe heard this

His back skin twitched involuntarily, and then he sensed the direction of the other party's spiritual sense. He knew what this person meant. He was looking for the broken arm that he had cut off, and wanted to find the broken arm to study it.

But the tyranny of the poison made Sun Jiuhe twitch in his heart when he thought about it now. If he cut it slower, he would have lost the whole arm. How could there be a broken arm at the bottom of the river now?

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, how can I be proud of others? This person used poison, and my spiritual sense really didn't detect anything unusual. Moreover, the attack was so fast that I couldn't react in time. Adding the time I took to detoxify, it took less than three breaths. Otherwise, do you think I would be willing to cut off my arm?"

Sun Jiuhe suppressed his unhappiness and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

If this person was not a helper he could find as soon as possible, he would not be willing to get so close to him. There are not many poison cultivators who are willing to have close contact.

The cultivator surnamed Qiu seemed not to hear the dissatisfaction in Sun Jiuhe's mouth. His spiritual sense continued to scan the Red Maple Pond for a while, and then he withdrew it with regret.

At this time, the big man beside Sun Jiuhe had nodded to Yiming and the middle-aged man in white robes in the distance. They knew each other. Seeing this, Sun Jiuhe thought about it and walked towards the middle-aged man in white robes with a smile on his face.

Li Yan was flying in the dark red sky. The eleven people who entered first had disappeared without a trace. Even the "Pride of the Palm" Bro was nowhere to be seen. Thinking of Bro, Li Yan thought of the middle-aged scholar in green with terrifying strength.

"He actually left. Otherwise, with his strength, why would he hide and cover his way in? It seems that he either has something else to do or he went to the third floor of the tower." Li Yan thought of this and couldn't help but let out a long breath. The middle-aged scholar gave him the same feeling as his master Wei Chongran, unfathomable, and his aura was as condensed as the abyss of the sea.

No one would think that such a great cultivator would appear by his side, of course, except for his own people.

Li Yan had only flown less than three miles when suddenly there was a strong fluctuation of spiritual power on the side. Li Yan couldn't help but secretly shout "bad luck". He had just entered and encountered others fighting again, and two figures were flying quickly in his direction. Li Yan tapped the "Cloud Piercing Willow" with his toes, changed direction, and flew quickly in another direction.

But Li Yan only flew a few miles before his face darkened. The two figures actually turned and continued to fly towards him. Li Yan did not fly at full speed. His action just now undoubtedly told the other two that he did not want to interfere in other people's affairs, and the other party was following him like a shadow.